The Crush

Didn’t prepare for the crush

It hit me in such a rush

Push me under

I’m suffocated

And I almost think I hate it

Wish it would just pull its punch

When it hits I feel the crush

Stand on my chest

You’re hurting me

I don’t want to be seen

Just let me make believe

That it works out easily

Not left lingering awkwardly

I take the hit, I take the slap

Even when it wrecks my back

I think I’d rather have than lack

Imposing affliction to lose all tact

Now I’m too conflicted to ever act

Try to cover all my tracks

Am I heading into a trap

Didn’t prepare for the crush

It hit me in such a rush

Push me under

I’m suffocated

And I almost think I hate it

Wish it would just pull its punch

When it hits I feel the crush

Make believe that it all will turn around

Reach a place where I can maybe put the words in sound

Untie the strings in which I’m tangled on the ground

Cut it down to what I’ve found – an essential truth

I have these things that feel so true

Beliefs that I could pull through

Harness the strength to move

There’s nothing to lose